Be didn’t say anything; she only stood there staring at him. Something was bothering her now, but she felt reluctant to express it.

When Tristan saw her still standing there, he waved his hand, then continued walking, heading to the main gate.

"Good night, Be..." Tristan said without looking at her. However, after a few steps, he heard Be’s voice calling him.

"Tristan, please wait," Be said while running after him. She stood only two steps away from him.

"Yes?" Tristan was slightly confused, "What is it, Be?"

She looked up to see Tristan’s confused face, her fingers clenching into fists as nervousness overtook her.

"Thank you," Be said in her soft voice. Her eyshes fluttered as she felt her eyes warm up. She didn’t know how to express her feelings at the moment, but she was extremely grateful for being able to witness Dax’s happiness throughout the day.

Tristan frowned. Why did she suddenly say thank you? "For what?" he asked gently.

"To make Dax feel happy. Today was the first time I saw him like that. Dax never expresses his feelings excessively, but when he’s with you, he sees it to me... to us—" she couldn’t continue her words. She feels choked, holding her happy tears.

The corner of Tristan’s lips lifted into a faint smile as he heard her words. He wants to pull this woman into his arms and says near her ears, "It’s okay, Dax is also my son. As his father, I am responsible for his happiness."

However, he had already promised her that he would never physically touch her without her concerns.

Tristan could only silently sigh while turning his gaze away from her.

He tried to endure the pain in his heart, covering it with a gentle smile before saying, "Thank you, Be, for allowing me to do my duty as Dax’s father."

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, she smiled warmly at him. When their eyes met, she felt a flutter in her heart as if the entire zoo was now partying in her stomach.

She flinched.

Her smile slowly faded. She can’t give him hope!

Be cleared her throat softly before saying, "Tristan, I hope you don’t try to chase me again because it would be in vain and a waste of your time. My stance is still the same — I can’t return to being your wife." She said nothing more and slowly lowered her head.

Be didn’t want to meet Tristan’s gloomy gaze. She feels terrible for rejecting him. But she also can’t return to him.

A look of surprise shed across Tristan’s eyes, but in the end, he smiled.

"Be, please look at me..." Tristan called softly. When Be finally nced at him, he continued, "I know. I respect your decision. But please don’t ask me to stop. And don’t ever push me away from you."

Be hesitated to speak as she met his gaze.

Seeing her speechless, he continued, "You don’t have to do anything, Be. Let me work on improving our rtionship... I will make you believe I’m different from the Tristan you knew in the past." He smiled. "Please trust me and give me a chance. I only need that from you. Alright, it’s freezing out here.

Go inside..."

Tristan continued walking. Slowly, the smile that had graced his face disappeared, reced by sadness and regret.

His chest tightened with each step he took. He couldn’t me Be; he deserved to be treated like this because he had hurt her many times in the past.

He could only ept this reality and bear the pain. He hoped this pain would end. And the happy ending for him, Be, and their son, Dax, wille soon.

....

Be didn’t know how long she stood where she was, looking at Tristan’s back away from her. She could feel his sadness when she saw him walk with his head hung low.

Even after Tristan had disappeared from her view, Be remained rooted to the spot.

She paid no heed to the cold night wind that pierced her pores and chilled her bones.

She simply didn’t care.

Right now, she felt numb.

However, before long, the wounds she had buried deep in her heart began to reopen.

She ced her hand on her chest, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

’God! What should I do? Why did you make him change so drastically? Why do I feel like he’s better now than the person I loved in the past?’

Be vented her unanswered questions to the heavens, though she knew she would never receive a reply.

Her chest felt heavy, and her vision blurred as she struggled with her gloomy emotions.

Desperately, she stared at the dark sky, willing the tears to return. She didn’t want to cry over him anymore. She refused to do so.

In this moment of helplessness, she needed to talk to someone, yet she had no one to rely on.

She could only take another deep sigh.

Before long,

Be felt her eyes betraying her as she struggled to hold back her tears. Slowly, tears began to fall, tracing down her cheeks as she cried silently.

For the first time in years, she cried because of him.

****

The next morning.

Be bid farewell to her grandfather and Dax as her driver, Samuel Brown, finally arrived.

"Mommy, enjoy your first day at the office," Dax threw his chubby body into her arms, trying to cheer her up.

Dax knew that today was the day his mother had been waiting for. After many years, Uncle Jack and Aunt Harper came to their cabin to persuade his mother to return to this country and take over theirpany management.

"Thank you, baby," Be pinched his chubby cheeks and then nced at her grandpa. She told him about Dax’s ns for the day.

****

A few minutes after Be’s car left the house, a ck Maybach slowly drove into the yard.

"Boss, why did you want toe here this morning? Ms. Be has already left the house..."

Tristan didn’t answer his driver but stepped out of the car.